User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-1298206-20190628042755/@comment-4677325-20190709214409

Willow giggled ecstatically as she bumped up and down on Bluestripe's shoulder, holding on to his neck for balance, as the trees began to thin out the closer they got. It wasn't long before the large and intimidating walls--which had kept Redwall Abbey safe for what felt like eons--came into view, as well as the path splitting off and leading to the large wooden doors that made up the western gate.